At that moment, too, Wakara’s wife, Ochul Marimi, said to the girl: “Why do you lie asleep all the time and not help me? I want you to get me leaves for acorn bread.”
Halai Auna took the basket and went upon the mountain side to find wood and leaves. Pun Miaupa saw the girl filling her basket.
“That is Wakara’s daughter,” said he to his uncle.
“Stop! Be careful!” said Igupa Topa.
The uncle put himself into his nephew’s heart now to strengthen him. There was only one person to be seen. Igupa Topa went into his nephew, went in because he knew that Tuina killed all men who tried to get Halai Auna, and he wished to save his sister’s son, Pun Miaupa.
When the girl had her basket full and turned to place it on her back, she saw Pun Miaupa behind her; she could not move, she was so frightened.
“Why are you afraid? Am I so ugly?” asked Pun Miaupa.
He pleased her; but she said not a word, just ran, hurried home with the basket, and threw it down at the door.
“What is your trouble?” asked the mother. “You don’t like to work, I think.”
“What is the matter?” asked Wakara. “You are frightened.”